Then, they say, John Ozanne is fitting out a schooner in Peter Port.

He's a good man, but how he'll shape at privateering I don't know." "Who's going to command her ?" I asked.
"John himself, I'm told." "Then I'll go across and see Jean Le Marchant," I said.
At which prompt discounting of John Ozanne, Uncle George laughed out loud.
"Well, I don't suppose it can do any harm, if it doesn't do much good.

He's at home, I believe.

Someone got hurt on their last run, I heard--" "Yes, Aunt Jeanne told me,--two of them." "Maybe you'll not find them in any too good a humour, but you know how to take care of yourself." "I'll take care of myself all right." "Will you stop and have supper with us, George ?" asked my grandfather.
"Yes, I will.

It's a treat to sup in company;" and my mother busied herself over the pots at the fire.
I had often wondered why Uncle George had never married.